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By the time they fill me with their cum for the second—or is it the third time?—I’m so boneless I can barely move. Instead I kind of flop to the side, the pierced one’s cock slipping from my pussy as I do. The other one is gone, in the nearby bathroom where he’s getting a cloth to clean me up. I don’t need to be able to see to know that since it’s how they usually end things.
“Wow!” I gasp, my heart still pumping entirely too fast.
The one I was just riding till kingdom fucking come—or, rather, until we all came—chuckles, a breathless sound. I bask in it, loving that I’m not the only one who’s so out of it.
When the second guy returns, he predictably tells me to spread my legs and lie flat on my back, and I do. I make a content noise as the warm, wet cloth slides over my thoroughly used pussy, cleaning every inch, every crevice in such an intimate and tender way, tears gather in my eyes. The mask might soak the wetness up, but there’s no hiding the small sniffles.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Maybe I’m imagining things since the earbuds distort my hearing a lot, but he sounds concerned.
“Hey, talk to us, sweetheart.” The pierced one moves, and I think he’s the one who throws an arm around me. Yep, as he pulls me closer I know it’s him.
“I’m… I’m…” My bottom lip trembles. “I’m pregnant.” I didn’t mean to say that, but now that I’ve given voice to it, I’m not sorry. “I’m pregnant, and one of you is going to be a dad.”
Several things happen at once; I’m pushed away from the guy who just cradled me, harshly pushed to the floor. My knees smart from the rough contact with the floorboards, but I barely register the sting as the earbuds are torn painfully from my ears at the same time as the mask is ripped from my face.
“What the fuck?”
“Is this a fucking joke?”
I blink, stupefied as their angry faces come into view. “Mickey? Soren?”
Anger rolls off them in waves that threaten to drown me, drown me in the malice and pure rage I see on their faces. Their nostrils are flaring, their mouths set in grim lines. They’re both clenching and unclenching their hands, like they’re having to hold themselves back from attacking me.
“Guys.” I squeak. “What are you doing here?” I don’t know why I’m asking, it’s pretty damn obvious what’s going on.
Soren’s the first one to move, and without warning, he winds my hair around his hand, using the grip to pull me up until I’m standing. I cry out in pain, trying to slap his hand away. Hell, I even attempt to dig my nails into the offending limb, anything to get him off of me. But before I can do much damage, Mickey leaps into action, gathering both my wrists in his hand, pinning them above my head.
“What did you just say?” he sneers.
I know he isn’t asking me to repeat the question; he wants me to say I’m pregnant again. But I refuse. Okay, it’s not that I’m refusing, I can’t get the words across my lips when they look at me like that, like they want to hurt me.
“It was an accident,” I sob, my entire body shaking as tears roll down my face.
This is so fucked up. These men are the very reason I signed up for a threesome on New Year’s, and now they’re… we’ve been… for months they’ve been my mysterious lovers, and now one of them is about to become my baby daddy.
While Mickey looks at me like I’m the scum of the earth, Soren lets go of my hair and jerks his clothes on. Then he reaches for the sheet from the bed, wordlessly wrapping it around me. Once he’s done, he grabs a pair of handcuffs from the bedside drawer, locking my hands behind my back.
“Get dressed,” he barks, looking at Mickey. “We’re taking her with us.”
What? “N-no, you can’t do that,” I stutter.
Soren stabs a finger into my chest, hard enough to make me flinch. “We fucking can, and we fucking will, whore.”
The word he’s called me while taking my body to previously unknown heights of pleasure sounds ugly when he sneers it like that. It makes me shrink in on myself, averting my gaze while they gather theirs and my belongings.
“Go get the rest of her things,” Mickey says, obviously talking to Soren. “Tell the greeter that we’re taking Abigail home.” Disdain clings to my name as he says it.
Since Cupid’s Court is so big on privacy, I expect them to come and check on me, but no one does. It doesn’t even take Soren long to return with all my belongings. Then we leave together, me, bouncing on Soren’s shoulder as he carries me out of the club.
No one looks at us as though leaving like this isn’t a big deal, someone even laughs boisterously and gives them disgusting ideas of what to do to me when we’re out of here, in a place where the rules of the club no longer count.
Shame and fear claw at me, making it hard to know which feeling to focus on as I’m thrown into the backseat of their car. “W-where are we going?” I try to sound like I’m not about to piss myself, but I fail. Soren ignores me, but I notice the way his hands whiten as he clutches the steering wheel harder. “Just tell me,” I beg.
Mickey turns around and stares at me from the front passenger seat. “To Soren’s house. You owe us fucking answers, Gail, and you don’t get to leave until we know why you’ve played us.”
Played them? Did they not see the surprise on my face when they removed my mask? I had no way of knowing they were the guys I’ve been playing with for the last two months. Fuck, they didn’t know it was me either, and they weren’t the ones blindfolded.
